GIFT  OF 


/7rs.  <O- 


TRUTH'S 

EVANGEL 


BY 

C.  LONA  MARSTERS 


1919 

KALAMAZOO   LOOSE   LEAF   BINDER   COMPANY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 


COPYRIGHT.  1919. 

BY 
MRS.  C.  LONA  MARSTERS 


There  is  a  path,  which  no  fowl  knoweth,  and  which  the 
vulture's  eye  hath  not  seen. 

The  lion's  whelps  have  not  trodden  it,  nor  the  fierce  lion 
passed  by  it.— Job  28 :  7,  8. 


Family  Crest 


DEDICATION 


To  the  pilgrims  on  Life's  journey, 
toiling  up  the  "hillside  steep",  bear 
ing  the  burdens  of  the  day,  patiently 
and  lovingly — enduring  the  trials  of 
each  hour — heroes  on  the  firing  line 
of  the  Army  of  Prince  Michael — this 
little  volume  is  lovingly  dedicated. 


Afrs.  C  Lona  Manten,  (M.  D.  C.  S.) 


Ask  God  to  give  thee  skill 

In  comfort's  art; 
That  thou  mayst  consecrated  be, 

And  set  apart 
Unto  a  life  of  sympathy. 

For  heavy  is  the  weight  of  ill 

In  every  heart; 

And  Comforters  are  needed  much, 
With  Christ-like  touch. 


— A.  E.  Hamilton. 


Such  books  as  will  rule  disease  out  of  mortal  mind — and 
so  efface  the  image  and  thoughts  of  disease,  instead  of  im 
pressing  them  with  forcible  description  and  medical  detail — 
will  help  to  abate  sickness  and  to  destroy  it. — Science  and 
Health,  with  Key  to  the  Scriptures,  by  Mary  Baker  Eddy. 


Hill-Crest  Villa,  Present  Home  of  the  Author,  Belvedere  Heights 


PREFACE 

3N  presenting  this  little  poem  to  the  public,  for  their 
careful  perusal,  I  desire  to  ask  their  kindly  and  gracious 
judgment  for  the  simple  and  perhaps  imperfect  manner 
in  which  it  is  presented.  Its  rhetoric  and  rhyme  have  had  to 
be  sacrificed  to  the  convenience  of  expression,  in  the  endeavor 
to  elucidate  the  unfoldment  of  thought,  as  it  presents  itslf  to 
the  mind  of  the  outhor,  in  a  panoramic  view,  as  she  looks  out 
upon  the  arena  of  human  consciousness,  and  beholds  the  illu 
sive  conflict  waged  between  truth  and  error,  sense  and  soul 
(Rev.  12:7-10),  and  follows  with  the  mind's  eye  the  unfold 
ment  of  spiritual  consciousness  that  alone  is  able  to  grapple 
with  and  overcome  the  illusions  of  sense  testimony,  arrayed  in 
futile  combat  against  the  spiritual  truth  of  being.  In  this  pan 
oramic  spiritual  vision,  where  truth  is  expressed  in  spiritual 
consciousness  as  the  only  reality,  life  and  power — the  human 
eye  follows  the  conflict  waged  upon  the  arena  of  the  mortal 
mentality,  and  beholds  the  wonders,  the  grandeur,  the  beauty 
of  Truth's  victory  over  error ;  of  spiritual  consciousness  over 
material  sense;  of  Truth's  full  and  perfect  triumph  over 
error,  mind  over  matter,  and  life  over  death  (Rev.  21  :l-4). 

In  the  year  1899  the  author  received  to  some  degree,  the 
spiritual  illumination  and  understanding  of  the  great  Truth 
given  to  the  world  by  Mary  Baker  Eddy  in  her  book,  as 
contained  in  " Science  and  Health,  with  Key  to  the  Scrip 
tures." 

The  truth  that  has  challenged  to  battle  all  the  forces  of 
human  opinions,  and  with  the  sword  of  the  spirit  (Matt. 
10:34,  Ephesians  6:17,  Rev.  1:16)  of  love,  has  vanquished 
every  foe  of  material  sense,  and  revealed  to  the  illumined 

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mentality  the  deep  secrets  of  spiritual  truth — the  things  of 
God.  And  from  this  mount  of  vision,  this  Horeb  height  of 
illumined  consciousness,  the  Spirit  of  Truth  speaks  to  material 
sense,  and  says,  "Come  up  higher."  And  from  this  vantage 
ground,  this  high  altitude  of  spiritual  perception,  the  spirit 
of  understanding,  the  spirit  of  wisdom,  the  spirit  of  truth 
and  love  brood,  like  the  downy  breast  of  the  Dove  of 
Heavenly  Peace. 

To  the  earth-worn  and  weary,  the  wanderer  in  the  desert 
of  material  sense,  the  hand  of  love  beckons.  To  the  earnst 
pilgrim,  toiling  up  "the  hillside  steep"  (C.  S.  Hymnal), 
Love  whispers,  "Hear  the  angels  sing!"  To  the  heroes  in 
this  mental  spiritual  journey,  those  in  the  firing  line  of 
earnest  endeavor,  those  who  are  "turning  the  battle  to  the 
gates,"  Faith  whispers,  "See!  Thy  day  star  gleams  afar. 
Press  on,  O  child  of  promise — the  crown  of  rejoicing  is  just 
above  thy  head,  the  goal  is  well-nigh  won!  Walk  carefully 
and  surely  in  the  path  that  has  been  clearly  marked  for  thee 
by  she  who  has  gone  before, — blazing  the  way  through 
desert  sands,  through  thorny  paths  and  rugged  passes;  climb 
ing,  climbing  onward,  upward,  putting  everything  behind 
that  hindered,  and  with  the  Spirit's  prophetic  eye  fixed  firmly 
upon  the  goal,  pressed  on,  making  every  seeming  obstruction 
a  stepping  stone;  and  with  each  hindrance  overcome,  found 
herself  lifted  one  step  nearer  the  goal. 

And  though  these  footprints  are  marked  with  the  evidences 
of  self-sacrifice,  wrestling,  humility  and  self-surrender,  the 
path  is  plain  to  the  willing  and  obedient, — those  who  walk 
by  the  eye  of  spirit,  and  not  of  material  sense ;  for  this  path 
"the  vulture's  eye  hath  not  seen"  (Job  28:7). 

But,  as  each  pilgrim  following  after,  beholds  the  signs 
where  bleeding  feet  have  marked  the  way,  sees  and  under- 

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stands  what  the  conflict  has  been,  where  the  battles  with  self 
have  been  fought  and  the  victories  won,  where  life  van 
quished  death,  the  mortal  was  clothed  with  immortality,  and 
the  corruptible  was  laid  aside  for  the  soul's  crown  of  Incor- 
ruption  (1  Cor.  15:53). 

So,  as  our  beloved  Leader  followed  closely  in  the  footprints 
of  our  great  way-shower,  Jesus  the  Christ,  so  must  we  follow 
her  in  the  battles  with  sense  and  self  in  this  journey  from 
"sense  to  soul"  (Ibid  566:1-9),  until  we,  too,  stand  the 
victor;  the  voice  of  material  sense  is  forever  hushed,  and  the 
voice  of  Spirit  sings  its  glad  Jubilate  of  Life  Divine. 

The  pathway  is  steep,  the  journey  toilsome,  the  conflict 
fierce;  but,  O,  the  victory  is  glorious!  The  joy  that  comes 
with  the  consciousness  of  conquered  sin,  only  the  tongues  of 
angels  can  express  and  seraphim  sing. 

And  so,  with  Love's  bow  of  promise  in  our  mental  sky,  and 
Faith's  day-star  of  hope  brightly  gleaming,  we  gird  up  our 
loins  of  consecration,  and  with  the  poet  sing: 

"Though  the  way  seems  dark  and  dreary, 

There  will  come  a  sweet  release, 
One  shall  bring  thee  past  the  hill-crest, 
Home,  unto  the  plains  of  peace." 

Forever  with  the  Lord.    Amen. 

CORDELIA  LEONARD  WILBER  MARSTERS 


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TRIBUTE 

A  loving  tribute  to  the  life  work  of  Mary  Baker  Eddy, 
the  discoverer  and  founder  of  Christian  Science,  in  which 
my  power  of  expression,  through  the  pen  and  human  men 
tality,  is  entirely  inadequate  to  do  even  a  small  meed  of  jus 
tice  to  so  sublime  a  theme  and  its  wonderful  achievement  in 
the  flesh,  through  the  flesh  and  over  the  flesh — as  was  accom 
plished  through  the  consecrated  life,  the  humble,  meek,  sub 
lime  self-abnegation  of  a  life  wholly  set  apart  unto  God  and 
sanctified  through  the  willing  crucifixion  of  the  human  will 
and  mortal  mentality,  until  the  mortal  put  on  immortality, 
and  the  corruptible  put  on  incorruption,  and  death  was 
swallowed  up  of  life,  and  the  beacon  light  of  truth  was  left 
ablaze  to  shine  down  through  all  ages  to  come,  illuming  the 
pathway  "from  sense  to  soul"  (Ibid)  and  from  the  mount  of 
vision  rings  down  the  bugle  call — "This  is  the  way — walk 
ye  in  it";  and  over  all  humanity  the  "peace  flag"  floats 
serene  in  Heaven's  azure  blue,  and  the  pure,  white  Dove  of 
Peace  hovers  o'er  each  trusting  heart  with  healing  in  its 
wings. 

This  is  the  heritage  left  to  humanity  by  God's  sanctified 
womanhood,  that  left  all  for  Christ,  that  she  might  find  her 
life  hid  with  Christ  in  God,  and  clothed  upon  with  life 
immortal. 


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FOREWORD 

GROWING,  developing,  expanding,  progress- 
ing  Christian,  or  Christian  Scientist,  can  never  sur- 
pass,  eclipse  nor  progress  beyond,  above  or  superior 
to  the  spiritual  truths  taught  in  "Science  and  Health  with 
Key  to  the  Scripture  by  Mary  Baker  Eddy,"  because  these 
truths  are  spiritual.  They  did  not  originate  on  the  human 
plane  of  thought,  but  had  their  birth  in  the  Infinite  Mind. 
Therefore,  as  the  advancing  Christian  progresses  in  spiritual 
understanding,  this  light  of  truth  advances — "illuminates, 
designates  and  leads  the  way"  (Ibid),  as  the  "pillar  of  cloud 
by  day,"  it  protects,  shields,  broods  over  and  encompasses 
the  illuminated  thought.  As  the  "pillar  of  fire  by  night,"  it 
illumines  the  advancing,  expanding  mentality,  until  spiritual 
consciousness  grapples  with  and  overcomes  all  sense  of  ma 
teriality,  and  the  Shechinah  of  God  is  realized.  This  is  that 
spiritual  state  of  consciousness — the  truth  that  Jesus  spoke 
of  when  He  said,  "I  am  the  light  of  the  world,"  St.  John 
9-5; — "The  light  that  lighteth  every  man  that  cometh  into 
the  world,"  St.  John  1-9. 

Christian  Science  is, — and  the  understanding  of  it,  demon 
strates  the  Shechinah  of  God,  that  light  which  reveals  the 
fulness — the  absolute,  the  true — spiritual  sense,  which  alone 
is  able  to  understand  and  interpret  God. 

Therefore,  as  the  Christian  advances — higher — broader — 
deeper — in  spiritual  understanding,  this  wonderful  truth — 
the  Shechinah  of  God — goes  before — unfolding — illuminat 
ing — advancing — and  forever  leading  the  way — until  all 
sense  testimony  is  dropped,  and  the  "true  consciousness, 
which  is  cognizant  only  of  the  things  of  God"  (Ibid — 276- 

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10)  is  reached,  and  the  "journey  from  sense  to  soul"  (Ibid 
566-7)  is  accomplished. 

The  full  realization  of  this  sublime,  spiritual  truth  will 
lift  and  dispell  the  burden  of  sense  testimony,  and  leave  man 
free  to  enter  into  the  spiritual  consciousness,  that  the  absolute 
truth,  the  Shechinah  of  God  is  with  man — and  man  is  free 
to  enter  into  the  "Holy  of  Holies,"  "the  secret  place  of  the 
most  high"  (thought),  there  to  "abide  under  the  shadow  of 
the  Almighty  (good). 

This  is  the  finished  work  of  God  to  humanity.  This  is 
that  voice  which  Isaiah  prophesied  of  in  Chapter  55:1-3. 
"Ho,  everyone  that  thirsteth — come  ye  to  the  waters,  and  he 
that  hath  no  money,  come  ye  buy  and  eat.  Yea,  come,  buy 
wine  and  milk,  without  money  and  without  price.  Where 
fore  do  ye  spend  money  for  that  which  is  not  bread?  And 
your  labor  for  that  which  satisfied  not?  Harken  diligently 
unto  me,  and  eat  ye  that  which  is  good,  and  let  your  soul 
delight  itself  in  fatness.  Incline  your  ear,  and  come  unto  me; 
hear,  and  your  soul  shall  live,  and  I  will  make  an  everlasting 
covenant  with  you,  even  the  sure  mercies  of  David. 

And  Revelations  22:16,  17.  "I,  Jesus,  have  sent  mine 
angel  to  testify  unto  you  these  things  in  the  churches.  I  am 
the  root  and  offspring  of  David,  and  the  bright  and  morning 
star.  And  the  spirit  and  the  bride  say,  come!  And  let  him 
that  heareth  say,  come!  And  let  him  that  is  athirst,  come! 
And  whosoever  will,  let  him  take  of  the  water  of  life  freely." 

This  is  humanity's  birthright,  when  all  sense  testimony  has 
been  overcome,  and  man  awakes  to  his  Godgiven  spiritual 
consciousness,  then  he  may  say  with  the  Master: 

"Fear  not,  I  have  overcome  the  world."  This  is  the  fin 
ished  journey  "From  Sense  to  Soul"  (Ibid  566-7). 


"II nil'  hfiiiitifnl  nfitin  tin-  mountains  are  the  feet  of  him  t/ntt 
hinit/i-tli  i/mni  tiJirtt/s,  (hat  f<uhlishctli  />ftia';  thai  hrinyrth  good 
tiJirif/.\  'if  i/niui,  that  fnthlis/n'th  salvation;  that  saith  unto  /ion,  Thy 
('••'.I  i, -Hi nftli .'" — Isa.  52:7. 


TRUTH'S  EVANGEL 

1st      Listen  to  the  certain  sounding 
Of  the  bugle-note  of  promise 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel! 
Calling  forth  the  strong  and  mighty 
And  the  fleet  foot  of  pursuing 
In  the  chase; 

Where  error,  wounded,  is  pursued; 
And  bleeding,  dying, 
Seeks  its  lair,  which  is  oblivion. 

2nd     Calling  to  the  young  and  valiant, 

Those  whose  feet  like  hinds  for  swiftness 
Scale  the  rugged  mountain  passes, 
Climb  the  heights,  and  leap  the  chasms ; 
Fleeing  upward,  stops,  nor  falters, 
Till  the  mountain  heights  of  Glory 
Burst  upon  enraptured  vision, 
And  the  chase  is  won  by  capture. 

3rd     List  ye  to  the  certain  sounding 
Of  the  bugle-note  of  promise 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel ! 
Calling  to  the  worn  and  weary, 
To  the  sinning,  sick,  and  dying, 
''Turn  ye!     Follow  life's  fair  path  of  Goodness, 
Turn!  and  live!"  saith  thy  Deliverer. 


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4th      Calling  to  the  old  and  feeble, 
And  the  finite  sense  that's  dying. 
Where  the  weary  feet  of  mortals 
Leave  their  foot-prints  by  their  blood-stains ; 
And  the  atmosphere  of  Heaven, 
Hear  their  moans,  their  prayers  ascending, 
And  their  tears,  are  watched  by  angels. 

5th      List  ye !  Catch  the  glorious  message 
From  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel ! 
Ringing  down  the  planes  of  ages, 
Sounding  through  the  halls  of  silence; 
Waking,  rousing  dormant  powers 
That  for  ages  long  have  slumbered, 
From  the  deadly  draught  of  error. 


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6th      Listen!     Hear  the  heavenly  message 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel ! 
'Tis  the  antidote  for  poison, 
Like  a  red-hot  moulten  fluid 
Surging  through  each  vein  and  sinew 
Of  the  false  material  senses, 
That  have  bound  with  chains  of  darkness 
All  the  mental,  free,  Mind  forces, 
That  reflect  the  God-like  Spirit, 
And  would  hinder  man's  dominion. 

7th      Hear  ye  not  its  sweet  tones  swelling 
On  the  atmosphere  of  conscience, 
Waking  all  the  dormant  powers, 
Slumbering  in  the  human  senses, 
Calling  to  new  life  and  beauty, 
And  revealing  hidden  treasures 
Locked  within  the  dark  recesses 
Of  the  human's  grand  unfolding. 


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8th      List  ye!   Harken  to  the  sounding 
Of  the  bugle-note  of  promise, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel! 
Calling  to  the  perfect  manhood 
Of  the  thought  that's  reached  perfection, 
Where  the  robe  of  Truth's  white  vestment, 
Wraps  the  form  in  Love's  pure  mantle, 
'Till,  in  consciousness  of  Spirit 
And  its  perfect  pure  creations, 
Heals,  and  blesses  and  delivers, 
All  who  come  to  it  for  cleansing, 
All  who  come  to  it  for  healing, 
All  who  come  to  this  pure  fountain 
Of  the  healing  Truth  of  Spirit. 
Where  the  streams  of  living  waters 
Flow  from  out  the  mind  illumined, 
By  the  consciousness  of  Spirit ; 
And  the  Truth  of  Love's  creating. 
Here,  the  cleansing,  sweet  baptism 
Maketh  whole,  by  Love's  pure  washing; 
And  the  heavy-laden  pilgrims, 
Leaving  every  load  behind  them, 
Journeys  on  with  songs  of  gladness. 


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9th     Bend  thy  ear  to  catch  the  message 
From  the  silver-throated  bugle 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel ! 
There's  a  calling  to  the  rally, 
Where  the  heroes  of  Truth's  standard, 
Flock  to  don  their  heavenly  armors, 
And  to  gird  their  swords  for  battle. 
There's  a  war  that  rages  fiercely 
'Twixt  the  army  of  the  dragon 
And  the  angel  hosts  of  Michael 
Which  are  symbols  of  Truth's  battles, 
Waged  against  material  senses, 
And  the  claims  of  error's  forces, 
Which  oppose  the  Truth  of  Being. 


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10th      Fail  ye  not  to  catch  the  message, 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel, 
'Tis  a  call  "to  arms!"  now  sounding, 
'Tis  a  rallying  to  the  standard, 
Of  a  mighty  cause;  now  wrestling 
With  the  minions  of  Apollyon. 
That  vile  serpent  of  the  senses, 
That  deceiver,  serpent  talker, 
That  beguiles  the  mind  that  wavers, 
'Till  it  yields  as  error's  captive. 

1 1th      Now,  the  soldiers  of  Prince  Michael, 
Panoplied  with  Truth's  bright  armor, 
March  abreast  into  the  conflict, 
To  deliver  error's  captive, 
From  the  tyranny  of  false  sense, 
And  its  bondage  and  oppression, 
Where  the  Dragon  of  false  senses 
Holds  dominion  in  the  empire, 
Of  the  mortal  sense  delusion. 


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Now  the  Soldiers  of  Prince  Michael, 
Panoplied  with  Truth's  bright  armor, 
March  abreast  into  the  conflict. 


12th     Crowd  ye  close  to  hear  the  message 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel, 
There's  a  war  that  rages  fiercely, 
Strong  and  mighty  in  the  conflict, 
For  tis  waged  on  the  arena 
Of  the  empire  of  the  senses. 
Here,  the  angel  of  Prince  Michael, 
He  who  challenges  to  battle 
All  the  minioins  of  Apollyon, 
Meet,  to  settle,  once,  forever, 
All  the  arguments  of  error, 
And  to  set  Truth's  banners  flying 
From  the  mountain  peaks  of  reason, 
And  proclaim,  Truth  hath  dominion 
And  the  mind  of  man  unfettered. 


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13th      Listen,  hear  this  glorious  message, 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel, 
Heralding  the  glorious  tidings. 
Calling  forth,  from  out  all  nations, 
All  the  sons  of  God  together. 
Those  his  "Kings  and  Priests"  well  armored, 
Those  who  serve  God  in  Truth's  temple, 
Those  who  bear  the  glorious  message, 
Of  the  Truth  that  frees  from  error. 
Those  who  open  wide  the  fountain, 
Of  the  living  streams  of  healing. 
Those,  whose  God-illumined  vision 
Lifts  the  mortal  from  their  sense  dream; 
Into  Truth's  inspired  vision, 
'Till  it  grapples  with,  and  conquers, 
All  the  errors  of  the  senses. 
Strong  are  they,  and  mighty  warriors, 
Those  who  stand  upon  the  platform 
And  refute  the  claims  of  error. 
Driving  back  the  clouds  of  darkness, 
Of  the  mystifying  senses, 
That  would  hinder  man  from  seeing. 
And  dispelling  the-  illusions 
With  the  brightness  of  Truth's  shining, 

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Those  who  hear  the  glorious  message, 
Of  the  Truth  that  frees  from  error. 


14th     With  an  open  palm  of  blessing, 

With  a  heart  by  Love  made  tender, 
And  a  wisdom  that  surpasses, 
All  the  wisdom  of  the  ancients, 
Wisdom  that  knows  how  to  sever 
'Twixt  the  real  and  the  seeming. 
Love  so  tender,  Love  so  real, 
That  it  woos  the  hardened  sinner 
From  his  sins,  with  glad  repentance; 
And  binds  up  the  broken-hearted, 
Pouring  in  the  oil  of  gladness. 
Giving  beauty  for  dull  ashes 
Of  the  human  sense  delusion. 
Soothing  pain,  and  healing  sickness, 
Beating  back  the  monster  death, 
Putting  it  to  rout  forever, 
By  the  Truth  that  knows  no  death. 
Lifting  up  the  weary,  fallen, 
Loosening  heavy  loads  of  care, 
Bringing  out  sweet  songs  of  gladness 
On  the  sweet  love-laden  air. 
Showing  man  he  has  dominion 
Over  every  sense  of  care. 


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15th     This,  the  work  of  Truth's  brave  heroes, 
Toiling  in  the  lecture  field. 
Sowing  fields  for  golden  harvest, 
Great  indeed  shall  be  the  yield. 
And  the  Angels  are  the  reapers, 
Gathering  in  the  golden  grain 
That  has  ripened  in  Love's  sunshine, 
Of  the  Truth  that  heals  all  pain. 
Heals  all  sorrow  and  all  mourning, 
By  the  Spirit's  gentle  reign. 


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16th     How  this  wakes  the  diapason 

Of  the  Dragon's  seven  thunders, 
Swelled  with  rage,  and  fierce  with  fury ; 
Black  with  malice,  envy,  hate, 
Belching  forth  fierce  flames  of  fire, 
With  a  zeal  that  will  not  wait, 
Will  not  listen  to  the  pleadings 
Of  the  Father's  mind  of  Love. 
Will  not  heed  the  heavenly  calling, 
Of  the  Spirit's  pure  white  dove. 
But,  to  froth  and  foam  and  fury 
Lashes  all  material  senses: 
And  his  minions  ever  ready, 
Quick  obey  his  call,  "Come  hence!" 
As  he  sets  his  bugle  blaring. 


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17th     See  them  come  from  every  mart, 

Pressing  close  to  touch  the  banner 
Stained  with  blood  from  bleeding  heart. 
See  him  now  command  his  ofrces, 
Hear  him  give  his  quick  command : 
"Take  possession!  use  full  power! 
For  our  triumph  is  at  hand. 
Hold  possession  of  our  Kingdom. 
Spike  the  guns  of  Truth,  our  foe. 
Every  man  behind  his  breast-works. 
Let  your  deadly  missiles  go 
Straight  into  the  ranks  of  Michael. 
Send  your  deadly  shells  of  hate, 
Keep  ye  well  behind  the  breast-works 
Of  delusion's  vast  estate. 
Take  possession  of  the  passes 
Left  unguarded  by  the  foe. 
Into  every  secret  chamber 
Of  the  senses  quickly  go; 
There  to  hide,  and  skulk,  disguising, 
Many  times  your  form  as  friend. 
But  to  gain  this  place  of  power, 
Every  subtle  influence  lend." 


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18th     Here  the  minions  of  the  Dragon 

Pitch  their  tents,  and  build  their  fortress, 

Strong  within  the  human  senses. 

And  send  forth  their  deadly  missiles, 

And  their  barbed  and  poisoned  arrows, 

Of  the  human  sense  that  argues, 

For  the  right  to  hold  dominion 

In  the  citadel  of  reason. 

But  there  is  a  mighty  fortress 

With  its  parapets  and  towers, 

And  its  walls  all  finely  armored 

With  the  cannons  of  Love's  message, 

And  their  gunmen  standing  ready, 

With  their  torch  of  Truth  all  lighted 

Ready  to  ignite  the  powder, 

That  shall  send  their  cannons  booming, 

Out  into  the  planes  of  reason. 

Loaded  well  with  grape-shot  bullets ; 

And  the  shells  of  Love's  sweet  message, 

Bursting  high  in  air,  then  lighting 

In  a  holy  benediction 

On  the  weary,  faint  and  faltering, 

Bringing  in  through  Love's  Baptism, 

Sense  of  peace,  and  rest  and  blessing. 


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19th     High  this  mighty  fort  is  builded 
On  the  mountain  peaks  of  reason ; 
On  the  plateau  of  pure  Spirit. 
Planted  there  by  God's  own  wisdom, 
And  the  hand  of  Love  that  buildeth. 
Garrisoned,  are  these,  his  soldiers, 
With  their  armor  bright  and  gleaming, 
And  their  banners  proudly  flying, 
Heralding  to  every  nation, 
Every   kindred,   every   people, 
Every  tongue  that  needs  the  blessing, 
That  the  very  God  of  Heaven, 
Has  come  down  to  dwell  with  mortals, 
Changing  all  their  mortal  seeming 
For  the  Truth  of  Immortal  being. 


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Holds  his  fort  'where  Truth's  bright  banner, 
Floats  serene  amid  the  breezes. 


20th      Michael  now  commands  his  army, 

Which  are  Truth's  most  valiant  heroes. 

Holds  his  fort  where  Truth's  bright  banner, 

Floats  serene  amid  the  breezes 

Of  the  atmosphere  of  Spirit. 

Marshals  now  his  hosts  for  battle, 

Leads  them  on  into  the  conflict, 

Armored  well  are  they,  his  soldiers. 

On  their  brow  bright  helmets  glisten, 

O'er  their  heart  the  shield  of  faith  gleams, 

And  their  feet  are  shod  with  sandals 

Of  the  message  of  Truth's  gospel. 

In  their  hand  the  bright  sword  glistens, 

Of  the  Spirit's  power  and  presence; 

Piercing  to  the  quick  undoing, 

The  delusions  that  confront  them. 


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21st      And  the  infantry  with  muskets 
Loaded  well  nigh  to  the  muzzle 
With  Love's  message  to  the  fallen, 
And  to  all  who  need  Love's  succor. 
Oh,  the  beauty!     Oh,  the  grandeur! 
Of  this  Heaven-inspired  army! 
This  blood-washed  and  ransomed  army, 
This  battalion  marching  onward, 
Marching  upward  with  their  muskets; 
With  their  haversacks  and  canteens, 
Ready  to  relieve  the  faltering, 
And  to  offer  drink  and  succor 
To  the  ones  whose  feet  now  falter. 
To  the  ones  whose  hearts  grow  weary, 
And  who  sink  beneath  earth's  burdens. 


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Oh,  the  beauty  !     Oh,  the  grandeur  ! 
Of  this  Heaven-inspired  army  ! 


22nd     Oh,  this  sparkling  cup  of  blessing! 
This  life-giving,  healing,  blessing, 
In  the  hands  of  her  who  prayeth, 
She  who  long  hath  climbed  this  mountain, 
Of  the  heart's  deep  inspiration. 
Scales  the  principle  of  praises, 
Climbs  the  heights  in  Spirit's  pathway, 
Fearing  not  the  hiss  of  serpents, 
Heeding  not  the  piercing  briars, 
Scaling  safely  stones  of  stumbling, 
And  the  pitfalls  of  the  senses. 
'Til  at  last,  she  stands  triumphant 
On  the  broad  plateau  of  Spirit. 
She  has  wrestled,  she  has  conquered. 
She  has  vanquished  all  the  seeming. 
Yes!  At  last  she  stands  the  victor, 
In  the  atmosphere  of  Spirit. 
Here  she  knows  the  Truth  of  Being, 
Here,  she  sees  man  is  unfallen, 
And  her  prayers,  like  benediction 
Falling  in  Love's  holy  silence 
Heals,  and  blesses,  soothes  and  comforts, 
And  the  sense  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
Pain  and  anguish  are  forgotten, 
In  the  joy  of  Truth's  pure  healing. 


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23rd     Yes!    This  Pisgah  height  of  promise, 
This  high  altitude  of  Spirit, 
Has  been  gained  through  perseverance, 
And  a  consecration  holy. 
To  the  task  of  overcoming, 
All  the  mental  opposition 
That  opposes  Spirit's  progress; 
And  would  chain  with  human  fetters, 
Of  the  mortal  sense  delusions, 
Man's  capacity  to  reason, 
From  Truth's  high  and  holy  view-point, 
Of  the  vantage  ground  of  Spirit. 


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24th      Inspiration  is  the  whisper 

Of  the  Spirit's  power  and  presence, 

Speaking  to  the  finer  senses, 

That  are  freed  from  error's  thraldom. 

And  where  ear  is  taught  to  listen 

And  attuned  to  catch  the  message 

Of  the  pleading  voice  of  Spirit, 

Speaking  to  the  inner  conscience, 

And  illuming  all  the  being, 

With  a  light  that  leadeth  upward. 

With  a  hand  that  guideth  upward, 

Beckoning,  cheering,  leading  upward, 

Till  the  feet  hath  gained  Truth's  portals, 

And  she  stands  within  the  shelter, 

Of  the  Father's  house  of  blessing, 


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25th     O'er  the  boisterous,  stormy  Jordan, 

Through  the  Red  Sea's  fearful  waters, 
Over  rocks  and  stones  of  stumbling, 
Through  the  paths  all  hedged  with  briars, 
Piercing,  wounding,  in  hate's  malice 
Hindering  every  upward  movement, 
Of  the  climbing  of  Life's  journey. 
But  the  hand  of  Love  ne'er  wavered, 
Guiding  over  dangerous  places, 
And  the  voice  of  Spirit  whispered, 
"Courage!"  to  the  fainting  senses. 
Till  at  last  the  journey  ended, 
And  at  last  she  reached  the  goal. 
Every  single  footstep  taken 
On  the  path  from  "sense  to  soul," 
And  with  bated  breath  and  holy, 
Breathes  the  fervent  prayer  of  praise, 
Father!  Father  God,  I  thank  thee, 
That  thou  leadest  me  always. 


26th     In  the  paths  in  which  I  know  not, 
Many  times  the  way  seemed  dim, 
But  the  hand  of  Love  still  guided, 
Up,  and  out,  from  error's  din. 
To  this  altitude  of  Spirit, 
Where  the  fires  of  God  burn  bright 
On  the  altar  of  our  being, 
Flooding  all  our  hearts  with  light, 
And  revealing  hidden  secrets, 
Hid  from  mortals'  blinded  sight. 
Here  thou  givest  the  cup  of  blessing, 
Wine  of  inspiration  pure, 
Opening  wide  our  understanding, 
To  the  Truths  that  will  endure, 
Through  all  ages  of  the  future, 
Changing  not,  but  brighter  grow 
As  unfoldment  meets  our  vision, 
And  its  Spirit's  meaning  know, 
Changing  all  the  human  senses, 
To  the  light  of  Spirit's  glow. 


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27th     See!    She  kneels  in  deepest  reverence, 
Bows  the  head  in  humble  prayer, 
But  this  prayer  is  not  petition, 
It  is  worship,  seeing  clear, 
That  the  work  of  God  is  finished, 
From  beginning,  through  all  years, 
And  is  good,  and  needs  no  changing, 
Needs  no  supplicating  tear. 


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28th      God's  creation,  pure  and  holy, 
Like  its  author,  dwells  in  light; 
To  the  spiritual  creation, 
Comes  no  dark  and  dreadful  night 
Of  material  sense  delusions, 
Filling  mind  with  dread  and  fear, 
Of  the  senses'  accusations, 
Sin,  and  death,  and  scalding  tear. 
All  these  errors  are  delusions, 
Not  the  Truth  of  Being  pure, 
Not  the  fact  about  creation, 
Not  the  Truth  that  will  endure  ; 
But  are  only  mortal  shadows, 
Which  the  Truth  of  Love  dispells, 
Shining  bright  upon  the  creature, 
Drying  up  these  mortal  wells 
Of  the  human  grief,  and  sorrow, 
Turning  all  to  joy  and  praise. 
Gushing  forth  these  living  fountains, 
Flowing  on  through  endless  days, 


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29th      Here  the  secret  things  of  Spirit, 
Are  revealed  to  human  sight, 
And  the  hem  of  Christ's  robe  touching, 
Floods  the  human  sense  with  light, 
Till  she  sees  the  healing  fountain. 
Living  streams  are  brought  to  sight ; 
And  she  finds  her  life  immortal, 
Dwelling  ever  in  the  light. 
Living  streams  and  living  fountains ; 
Now  she  knows  that  in  God's  sight, 
They  are  lives  of  his  dear  children, 
That  reflect  the  Spirit's  light; 
Spirit's  power  and  Spirit's  blessing, 
Spirit's  healing,  cleansing  Love. 
At  this  ever-flowing  fountain, 
Broods  the  Spirit  of  the  Dove. 
Love's  compassionate  forgiveness, 
Gentle  graces,  like  the  Dove. 
Here  is  healing,  here  is  blessing, 
Through  the  Spirit  of  the  Dove. 


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There,  to  roam  in  verdant  pastures, 
Walk  beside  the  purling  stream. 


30th      See!    She  stands  on  Truth's  high  mountain,* 
Calling  all  to  leave  their  nets, 
Of  the  human  sense  delusions, 
Where  the  real,  and  only,  dwell, 
And  to  climb  the  heights  of  Spirit, 
Where  the  real,  and  only,  dwell, 
Where  is  Life  and  light  and  gladness, 
And  no  atmosphere  of  Hell 
Can  pervade  this  heavenly  conscience. 
Here  is  where  Love's  children  dwell. 
Sending  forth  their  stream  of  blessing, 
That  will  heal  earth's  grief  and  pain, 
That  will  lighten  every  burden, 
Bring  them  back  to  Heaven  again. 
There,  to  roam  in  verdant  pastures, 
Walk  beside  the  purling  stream  ; 
There  to  see  the  tree  of  Life  grow, 
And  to  hear  the  angels  sing. 


*See  Frontispiece. 

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31st      There  to  feast  on  heavenly  manna* 
Strike  their  golden  harps  of  praise, 
Dwell  beside  the  living  fountains, 
There  redeemed  from  earth's  dark  ways; 
From  its  shadows  and  its  seemings, 
Its  delusions  and  its  fears. 
From  its  pits  of  sin  and  sorrow, 
From  its  anguish  and  its  tears, 
And  in  atmosphere  of  heaven, 
Stand  they  ever  in  the  right. 
Sending  forth  Love's  streams  of  healing, 
Bringing  all  into  the  light 
Of  the  Spirit's  understanding; 
Of  the  power  of  Love  to  heal, 
Of  the  prayer  that  brings  the  blessing, 
Of  the  Spirit  which  we  feel, 
Lifting  us  from  out  the  gloaming, 
Standing  us  upon  our  feet, 
Bringing  us  into  the  presence, 
Of  our  thoughts  made  pure  and  sweet, 
Of  our  life  made  pure  and  holy, 
And  in  every  way  complete. 


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32nd     What  a  wondrous,  wondrous  message, 
From  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel! 
Can  ye  hear  this  heavenly  calling? 
Do  ye  understand  its  message? 
Fraught  with  Life,  and  Love,  and  beauty, 
And  translating  from  the  Spirit 
To  the  human  understanding, 
The  great  verities  of  Being. 
Teaching  you  like  rules  in  Science, 
Of  the  algebraiac  problems, 
How  to  transpose  from  the  mortal, 
And  the  human  rules  of  error, 
Cancelling  each  false  assertion, 
And  translating  back  to  Spirit, 
And  its  laws,  its  rules  of  guidance. 


33rd      Till  in  consciousness  is  written 

All  the  laws  of  God,  made  perfect 

To  the  human  understanding. 

And  there  dawns  within  our  being 

The  full  radiance  of  Spirit. 

And  illumines  all  the  mortal, 

With  its  spiritual  effulgence, 

Of  the  Truth  perceived  and  welcomed. 

Till  by  Spirit  'tis  translated, 

To  behold  the  life  immortal, 

And  to  clothe  itself  in  beauty, 

Of  the  radiance  of  Truth's  brightness, 

Laying  off  the  earth-stained  garments, 

And  the  consciousness  of  error, 

To  be  clothed  in  Truth's  white  raiment 

And  the  life  that  knows  no  dying. 


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34th      Oh,  a  mighty  work  awaits  us, 

Mightier  far  than  cube  root  problems, 

More  important  than  the  solving 

Of  the  mysteries  of  Euclid. 

Or  the  calling  them  by  number, 

Or  by  names;  the  stars  of  heaven, 

Or  by  solving  all  the  Science 

Of  the  waters,  or  the  ether. 

How  the  oceans  float  great  warships, 

How  man  sails  aloft  in  ether, 

With  his  mighty  ships,  as  birds  fly, 

Or  the  wireless  message  sending, 

Round  the  world  like  flash  of  lightning, 

Or,  the  period  awaiting, 

Which  the  laws  of  progress  dictate, 

Which  is  now  in  vital  process 

Of  annihilating  fully 

All  the  human  laws  of  error. 

And  reveals  the  law  of  Spirit, 

In  its  process  of  destruction 

Of  the  laws  of  time  and  spaces, 

Which  now  limit  man's  full  powers, 

Of  a  perfect  full  dominion. 


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35th      For  the  time  is  coming  swiftly, 
It  is  well-nigh  at  our  threshold, 
When  the  laws  of  transportation 
Shall  annihilate  all  spaces, 
And  reduce  time  down  to  seconds, 
'Twixt  the  great  far  Eastern  cities, 
And  the  ones  on  the  Pacific, 
Shall  be  traversed  in  few  seconds, 
By  the  mighty  cars,  steel  armored, 
And  suspended  from  great  cables, 
High  in  air,  shot  from  their  stations, 
By  the  Lamson  System  perfect, 
That  now  sends  our  cash  for  changing 
In  the  stores  of  the  great  cities. 


36th      Yes,  the  time  is  coming  swiftly, 

When  man  knows  that  he  can  signal 
With  the  wireless  signal  service, 
All  the  different  stars  and  planets, 
With  its  unknown  constellations 
Yet  to  be  revealed  by  wisdom. 
Find  the  way  to  send  their  message, 
And  to  talk  with  man  as  brother, 
And  the  progress  of  the  ages, 
Still  revealing  greater  wonders, 
Brings  to  sight  the  laws  of  Spirit. 
With  all  mortal  error  conquered 
Man  beholds  his  full  dominion. 
Sees  he  does  not  need  material, 
Or  the  human  laws  of  action 
To  connect  him  with  the  real. 


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37th      But,  as  Jesus  Christ,  our  brother, 
Proved  dominion  o'er  the  senses, 
Conquered  death,  and  vanquished  error, 
To  ascend  above  the  senses, 
In  the  clouds  of  Glory,  waiting, 
To  possess  his  home  in  Spirit. 
So,  shall  man  all  error  vanquished 
Have  dominion  and   full  power 
Over  sense  of  limitation. 
And  will  know  that  clouds  of  glory, 
Is  the  understanding  perfect 
Of  the  mind  of  Love  and  wisdom 
That  reveals  the  Truth  of  Being. 
Then  is  man,  and  all  creation 
Redeemed  from  the  earth  of  seeming, 
And  in  fullest,  conscious  blessing 
Dwells  forever  with  the  Father. 
This  is  what  man  learns  from  wisdom, 
That  sweet  mother  of  God's  children.* 


•Proverbs  8. 


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38th      When  all  fetters  of  earth's  binding 
Have  been  broken  and  destroyed, 
And  man  hears  the  Spirit's  whisper, 
Hears  the  Truth  that's  unalloyed, 
And  he  knows  his  Christ,  Redeemer, 
He  that  saves  from  every  woe, 
And  he  hears  the  voice  of  power, 
Speaking,  "Loose  him!   Let  him  go!" 
Then  he  knows  that  he  has  vanquished 
Every  seeming  sense  of  foe. 


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39th      Man,  in  solving  Life's  great  problem, 
Will  discern  how  more  important 
'Tis  to  solve  the  Truth  of  Being, 
And  discerns  the  law  that  governs 
And  controls  man's  spiritual  Being. 
For  the  law  of  God  that  governs 
Rules  in  equity  and  justice, 
Rules  in  harmony  and  sweetness, 
Rules  in  Love  that  knows  no  malice, 
No  dishonesty,  or  cheating. 
In  the  balances  of  justice 
Weighs  he  out  his  neighbor's  portion, 
"As  I  have  loved  you,  so  love  ye!" 
This  shall  be  man's  motto,  guiding 
Him  in  understanding,  purely, 
How  it  was  that  Jesus  loved  us, 
So  that  Love  could  do  the  healing, 


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40th      It  was  just  Love  recognizing 
Its  own  spiritual  creation. 
Always  blessed  and  unfallen, 
And  refusing  and  rejecting 
All  the  claims  and  laws  of  senses. 
Silencing  its  voice  forever, 
'Til  it  ceases  its  complaining, 
And  forever  disappearing. 
And  the  voice  of  Love  remaining, 
Finds  naught  left  but  Love's  creating. 
This  is  wealth  untold,  surpassing, 
All  material  wealth  of  mortals, 
Here  are  treasures,  here  are  riches, 
That  the  moths  cannot  destroy. 
Fires  cannot  kindle  on  it, 
Thieves  cannot  break  through  and  steal  it, 
For  the  Bank  of  Heaven  holds  it, 
It  is  Truth,  and  Truth  is  eternal. 


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41st      This  you  plummet  line  and  measure, 
This  your  rule  by  which  to  go  by, 
It  is  Good,  for  Good  is  real, 
And  belongs  to  Truth  eternal. 
And  you're  safe  in  giving,  giving, 
Everything  that's  good  and  real. 
Give  no  thing  to  any  mortal, 
That  is  not  the  good,  and  blessed, 
And  accept  none  but  the  good. 
If  it  is  not  good,  refuse  it, 
Cancel  it,  God  did  not  give  it. 
Good  is  real,  Good  is  only, 
Cancel  everything  beside  it. 
Everything,  save  Truth's  fair  image. 
When  you've  learned  this  lesson  fully, 
You  have  solved  the  Truth  of  Being. 
Then  you  have  your  full  dominion, 
God's  blest  gift,  your  full  dominion. 


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42nd     This  is  only  Mind's  unfolding, 
This  is  Spirit's  revelation, 
Of  the  power  and  blessed  presence 
Of  the  One,  Divine  Creator! 
Drawing  all  his  children  nearer, 
To  the  conscious  understanding, 
Of  the  only  life  as  Spirit. 
To  accomplish  this  transition, 
To  work  out  its  fullest  meaning, 
And  to  bring  to  conscious  being 
The  pure  life  that  knows  no  sinning, 
The  full  life  with  rounded  measure, 
And  in  every  way  agreeing, 
With  the  Life  that  is  the  pattern, 
Not  one  jot  or  tittle  lacking, 
Not  one  whisper  from  the  senses. 
This  the  key,  and  this  the  secret, 
Be,  what  God  in  wisdom  made  you, 
Stay,  where  God  in  Wisdom  placed  you. 
In  his  image,  in  his  likeness, 
In  the  conscious  realms  of  blessing, 
In  the  realm  where  Good  is  only. 
Where  no  breath  of  aught  beside  it, 
Can  pervade  the  peaceful  presence. 


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43rd      So  the  mighty  battle  rages, 
On  the  arena  of  the  senses, 
'Twixt  Prince  Michael  and  the  Dragon. 
Michael  is  the  Truth  which  conquers, 
All  the  arguments  of  error, 
With  the  Truth  that  ne'er  is  vanquished. 
For  it  shines  as  light  eternal, 
Chasing  off  the  darkening  shadows 
Of  the  senses  fear  and  doubting. 
Bringing  in  the  light  and  sunshine, 
Of  the  radiance  of  Spirit, 
Of  the  soft,  sweet  glow  of  Spirit. 


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44th      As  these  color-bearers  bravely 

Keep  their  banners  softly  waving 

In  the  foreground  of  the  battle, 

On  the  firing-line  of  battle, 

Where  the  shot  and  shell  of  error, 

In  its  deadly  aim  of  hatred, 

Seeks  to  strike,  and  wound  to  dying, 

These  brave  heroes  of  Truth's  army. 

But  a  wondrous  scene  is  pictured 

On  the  battlefield  of  error. 

All  their  grape-shot,  bombs  and  bullets — 

All  their  barbed  and  poisoned  arrows, 

That  were  hurled  with  death's  fierce  hatred, 

Missed  their  mark,  and  fell,  unheeded — 

Bursting,  leaving  naught  but  vapor, 

Where  they  thought  to  deal  a  death  blow. 

For  the  focus  of  their  vision 

Missed  the  mark  of  Truth's  high  standard, 

And  the  bombast  of  their  effort, 

Only  slew  their  false  conception; 

And  their  arguments  all  wasted, 

Naught  had  they  left,  to  make  answer. 


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45th      Now,  the  angels  of  Prince  Michael, 

Those  who  stand  for  Truth's  white  banner, 
Stand  abreast,  as  man  with  brother, 
And  within  their  long  straight  columns, 
As  one  man  their  weapons  lifting 
To  their  shoulders  to  take  sure  aim, 
Shoot  the  bullets  of  Love's  message, 
Straight  into  the  ranks  of  error. 
See  the  minions  of  Apollyon, 
Now  with  consternation  tremble, 
As  they  stand  amazed  and  silent, 
Realizing  for  the  first  time, 
That  they  aimed  at  their  own  target; 
Their  own  target  of  false  sense. 
Not  the  banner  of  the  "Peace  Flag" 
Floating  loyally  above  them, 
But  their  own  mistaken  senses, 


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46th      Truth's  sweet  message,  as  swift  bullets 
Pierce  the  armor  of  their  false  sense, 
Reach  their  mark,  and  wound  to  dying, 
Self-will's  power,  that  has  bound  them, 
Long  in  slavery  to  the  senses. 
See  the  ranks  of  error  tremble! 
Falter,  hesitate,  then  scatter. 
All  their  false  sense  is  seen  flying, 
Hastening  into  dark  oblivion. 
Leaving  now  unshackled,  free,  man, 
Who  can  claim  God's  given  birthright. 
Who  can  leave  the  planes  of  seeming, 
In  the  parched  Sahara  Desert, 
Of  the  human  sense  delusions, 
For  the  fertile,  cool  oasis. 
For  the  springs  of  living  waters. 
In  the  green  and  verdant  pastures, 
Leading  up  to  heights  supernal. 
Here,  to  bask  in  Love's  pure  sunshine, 
And  the  consciousness  of  Heaven. 


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47th      Hear  the  cannon  from  Truth's  fortress 
Boom  her  mighty  guns  of  welcome, 
As  the  "Flag  of  Truce"  comes  floating, 
Onward,  upward,  to  Truth's  heroes, 
And  the  victors,  and  the  vanquished, 
Meet  to  clasp  each  hand  as  brother. 


Here,  the  prodigal  returning, 

To  the  Father's  house  for  blessing. 


48th      Truth  is  mighty,  always  victor, 
Where  the  armor  bearer  surely 
Is  equipped  with  Love's  sweet  message, 
Here  is  healing,  here  is  blessing, 
Here,  the  Magdalena  weeping, 
Breaks  her  alabaster  perfume 
Of  a  sense  that's  freed  from  sinning, 
At  the  feet  of  Truth's  white  angel, 
Which  is  Love,  and  Peace  and  Mercy. 
Here,  the  prodigal  returning, 
To  the  Father's  house  for  blessing, 
Leaves  the  husks  of  starving  senses, 
For  the  bounty  of  Truth's  giving. 


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49th      Here  is  healing,  here  is  blessing, 
And  no  poisonous  arrows  flying, 
That  can  wound  the  gentle  senses. 
But  will  soothe  and  bind  with  blessing, 
All  the  wounded,  torn  and  grieving, 
Pouring  in  Love's  healing  portion. 
Pointing  upward  to  the  promise, 
That  is  given  to  the  faithful, 
Leading  to  the  cleansing  fountain 
Of  Love's  holy,  sweet  baptism. 
Washing  white  the  crimson  conscience, 
From  the  all  accusing  senses, 
Teaching  each  to  fight  their  battles, 
Safely  against  the  claims  of  error, 
And  distinguish  clear  and  certain, 
'Twixt  the  real  and  the  seeming. 


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50th      Old  Apollyon,  or  the  Dragon, 
Is  the  symbol  of  the  senses 
That  are  human,  mortal,  error, 
Mortal  mind's  belief  in  matter, 
That  there  is  a  power  that  knows  not, 
And  is  separate  from  goodness. 
Michael's  mission  is  the  knowing 
That  the  only  Truth  of  Being 
Is  the  great  fact  of  God's  Allness. 
That  there  is  no  place  or  power, 
In  the  universe  of  Being, 
That  can  hold  a  drop,  iota, 
Of  a  power  opposed  to  goodness, 
Of  a  presence,  mind,  or  seeming, 
Separate,  and  not  included 
In  the  great  heart  of  the  Father ; 


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51st      Hence,  the  great  lie  of  the  Dragon, 
As  the  symbol  of  the  senses, 
Telling  man  that  he  is  fallen, 
Separated,  or  apart  from, 
The  great  Mind  of  God,  that  blesses. 
All  creation  are  God's  children, 
Bear  his  nature,  life  and  likeness, 
For  He  only  is  creator, 
And  creation  like  its  Author, 
Dwells  forever  in  the  real. 


52nd     Hence  the  harbinger  of  mercy,* 
Standing  on  the  heights  sublime, 
Sounds  her  silver-  throated  bugle, 
Over  sea,  and  land  and  clime, 
Sending  forth  the  glorious  message, 
Of  the  morning's  dawn  of  Love. 
Of  the  "Prince  of  Peace"  returning, 
Of  the  descent  of  the  Dove, 
To  the  hearts  who  long  have  waited, 
In  their  prison  house  of  clay, 
Which  is  only  error's  seeming, 
Truth  dissolves  these  mists  away. 
All  who  are  watching  for  the  morning, 
To  them  comes  this  dawn  of  day. 


*See  Frontispiece. 

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53rd     Tis  the  surcease  from  the  battle, 

Truth's  beams  chase  these  clouds  away. 

For  the  swords  are  turned  to  plow-shares. 

Ripening  fields  about  us  lay. 

And  the  spears  now  prune  the  vintage, 

And  no  more  from  sorrow's  cup, 

Sip  we  longer,  in  our  anguish, — 

Love  hath  dried  our  tears  all  up. 

For  the  wine  of  inspiration, 

Of  Truth's  healing  power  divine, 

Cheers  and  comforts  all  who  drink  it, 

At  this  ever-flowing  shrine. 


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54th      See  the  white-robed  Truth's  Evangel, 
With  her  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  inspired  by  promise, 
Of  the  coming  child  of  blory, 
Of  the  Christ,  Truth,  the  deliverer, 
Who  should  come  again  to  Zion, 
And  deliver  from  all  bondage, 
From  all  error  and  oppression, 
Zion's  captives,  who  have  languished, 
In  foul  dungeons  of  the  senses, 
Bursting  prison  bars  asunder, 
Striking  off  the  iron  fetters, 
Swinging  open  error's  portals, 
Bringing  out  the  blinded  captives, 
To  the  sunlight  of  God's  presence, 
Dawning  on  their  waking  vision. 


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55th      List  yc!    Hearken  to  the  sounding, 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel, 
Calling  to  the  wedding  supper, 
Of  the  bride,  and  of  the  bridegroom, 
All  the  guests  whose  robes  are  ready, 
White  and  glistening, 
And  whose  coming  is  not  hindered, 
By  earth's  mandates. 
Where  the  water  of  the  senses, 
Turn  to  royal  wine  of  Spirit, 
And  the  bridal  feast  is  furnished, 
From  the  substance  Truth  has  given. 
Where  the  senses  of  the  human, 
Yield  their  life  to  Truth's  enfolding, 
And  to  conscious  Love  awaking, 
Find  all  Life  in  God,  as  Spirit. 


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56th      See  this  blessed  Truth's  Evangel, 
With  her  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  now  touched  with  fire, 
Of  the  inspiration  holy, 
From  the  altar  of  Love's  kindling. 
See  the  fetters  disappearing, 
See  the  bars  all  broke  in  sunder. 
And  the  stones  of  stumbling,  gathered 
From  the  paths  of  the  unwary. 
See  the  heavy  burdens  lightened, 
And  the  heart  that's  faint  and  drooping, 
Sent  upon  its  way  rejoicing 
With  the  songs  of  praise,  and  gladness. 
And  these  multitudes  rejoicing, 
Press  to  answer  to  the  calling, 
To  the  calling,  calling,  calling, 
Of  the  gentle  Truth's  Evangel. 


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57th      See !  We  stand  before  thee,  waiting, 
Eager  now  to  catch  the  message, 
Of  the  silver-throated  bugle, 
Pressed  to  lips  of  Truth's  Evangel. 
See!    We  come  from  every  nation, 
Every  kindred,  every  people, 
Every  tongue,  where  gleams  the  promise, 
Far  as  curse  has  held  in  bondage, 
So,  shall  roll  the  tide  of  blessing, 
To  the  uttermost  far  borders, 
Of  the  consciousness  of  being, 
There  shall  float  the  pure  white  banner, 
Heralding  man's  full  dominion. 
Hail!     Thou  beauteous  Truth's  Evangel, 
Sound  thy  silver-throated  bugle! 
Lo!   We  come!   All  nation's  hear  thee, 
And  on  pinions  swift,  inspired, 
Crowd  we  to  Truth's  royal  banquet, 
There,  to  drain  the  cup  of  promise, 
In  fruitions  grand  fulfillment. 


Amen. 


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RESURRECTION 

Roll  ye  away  the  stone, 

For  lo!   the  day  is  breaking; 

Let  in  the  morning  light, 

For  earth  to  life  is  waking. 

Unbind  the  mortal  form, 

And  burst  death's  bands  asunder  ; 

Immortal  thought  is  born. 

Roll  back !  ye  clouds  of  thunder, 

Reveal  the  Risen  Lord, 

The  unbound  child  of  glory; 

Man's  triumph  o'er  the  tomb. 

Haste  ye,  and  tell  the  story, 

Man's  victory  over  sin. 

Through  truth's  wide  open  portal 

Appears  the  form  divine, 

Life,  Love,  and  Truth,  immortal. 


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In  love's  fair  garden  bower, 
Commune  ye,  with  thy  Saviour, 
The  ascended  thought  of  life, 
Hath  changed  dark  earth's  behavior, 
And  let  the  glory  in ; 
The  immortal  life,  and  splendor, 
All  radiant  from  the  tomb — 
Christ,  Truth,  so  fair  and  tender. 
Ascend  ye,  with  thy  Lord, 
To  mountain  heights  of  glory ; 
Where  thought,  transfigured,  stands.* 
Waiting  to  tell  the  story 
Of  truth's  redeeming  power; 
Of  love's  sweet  grace  and  blessing. 
Hearts,  wooed  from  earth  away, 
To  life's  clear  stream  are  pressing. 


*  See  Frontispiece. 

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TRANSLATION 

'Tis  where  the  storms  of  earth  hath  ceased, 
'Tis  where  the  surges  cease  to  roll, 
'Tis  where  the  calm  of  sweet  surcease 
Breaks  o'er  the  soul, 

Eternity,    Eternity. 

'Tis  where  no  sorrows  ever  come, 
They  were  wrought  out  on  time's  sad  shore, 
Whence,  Life,  and  Love,  and  Truth,  Divine, 
Do  bear  thee  o'er. 

Eternity,    Eternity. 

'Tis  where  all  earthly  sense  hath  fled, 
And  yielded  up  its  base  control, 
And  here  and  now,  error  lies  dead, 
O,  conscious  soul, 

Eternity,    Eternity. 

Oh,  happy  soul,  thy  work  is  done, 
Thy  transit  made  from  time's  dark  shore, 
To  the  eternal  realms  of  light, 
Forevermore, 

Eternity,    Eternity. 


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TRANSITION 

Father,  I  come  to  thee! 
The  toilsome  journey  passed, 
The  victory  won. 

My  bark  of  life  hath  stemmed  earth's  raging  sea, 
Its  keel  now  grates  upon  the  eternal  shore. 
It's  anchored  safe  within  Shekinah's  veil, 
And,  O.  my  soul  is  tempest  tossed  no  more, 
Father,  I  come  to  thee. 

Father,  I  come  to  thee, 

The  scenes  of  the  false  sense  of  earth  have  fled, 
And  Life  Eternal  bursts  upon  my  view. 
Father,  to  thee,  I  turn  from  all  my  dead, 
The  portals  open  wide, 
My  ransomed  self  I  view, 
Triumphantly  I  sing,  the  prize  is  won, 
Father,  I  come  to  thee. 

Father,  I  come  to  thee, 

My  weary  journey  o'er.    "From  sense  to  Soul,"* 

The  veil  of  mortal  life  is  rent  in  twain, 

Thy  likeness  I  behold, 

My  sinless  self  I  see, 

And  all  my  ransomed  being  now  is  free  again, 

Triumphantly  I  sing, 

I've  reached  the  goal! 

Father,  I  come  to  thee. 

*Ibid 

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